Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2020, artist - Che Noir. Date of issue: 08.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
2020 |
| Yep |
| Uh |
| Look |
| All I’m worried bout is my cash flow |
| Like how you live the fast life but get the cash slow? |
| All I see is they overhyping them whack flows |
| Them lines won’t make you Unforgettable, niggas ain’t Nat Cole |
| To crack codes, I got my tracks involved |
| Asking ya’ll, that’s just for the image to pass it off |
| I’m jabbin hard, punches coming over the counter like it’s adderall |
| So you can miss me with bullshit, but I ain’t matador |
| Like Masvidal, I told a whore hey before Ye |
| Now I’m serving em food for thought, this shit is gourmet |
| My words play give you a visual, I’m like Scorsese with more space |
| Fuck a 360, my shit is 4K |
| Of course they still seem to overlook it |
| I’m over cookin |
| Reel em with the lines, won’t throw a hook in |
| But if I do, it gotta hit like Jones Jr in his prime |
| Flows fluent every rhyme |
| Know it’s junior every time |
| I’m assuming every line they spitting be from the heart |
| Been a beast, getting two into it, that’s Noah’s Arc |
| I know it’s hard but when you’re born to be king, ignore the Scars |
| I hoping that poll he in ain’t breaking a bone apart |
| Fuck them sticks & stones, they just miss the throne |
| Got me spittin poems in an ignant tone |
| Til I’m poppin like nappy hair when it’s getting combed |
| We made it to the end of 2020, how ya vision blown? |
| Yea |
| It’s the Che Butter Queen |
| I get paid just to speak |
| I was raised by a queen |
| My granny prayed on her knees that I would make it to see |
| Amongst the thieves and the fiends |
| For nights that we couldn’t sleep and turned my jeans to capris |
| Niggas get funny when money involved, that’s why I keep a good sense of humor |
| for niggas like that |
| Wealth is usually quiet but poor niggas get it and brag |
| Lil nigga, it’s a difference between figures and stacks |
| Man listen, I’m really starting to hate these cats ya’ll praise |
| I don’t care to hear them stories bout back in ya’ll days |
| I don’t give a fuck about them lil stacks ya’ll made |
| I lapped you niggas twice already and I’m half ya’ll age, nigga |
| I’m quite ware, my daydreams is nightmares |
| Young but think older, my brain growing out white hairs |
| They hear my verse and these rap niggas get type scared |
| Cause every time they hear me spit, niggas rewrite theirs |